Pristine, page 15
The sight was more beautiful than he would have ever imagined. When his head began lowering, he felt the unconscious tightening of her thighs, her inherent propriety aiming to stop him. But he was stronger and determined; he wanted to taste her secret place more than he wanted to take his next breath.
She whimpered as he overpowered her and succeeded to lower his head there, breathing hot air on her as he inhaled her mouthwatering scent. Nnanke struggled because the act was strange and seemed unacceptable and unnatural. However, Okoi calmed her by the single brush of his finger on the lips of her fleshy cove.
He added more fingers and slowly widened the hairy, pliant flesh that continuously produced pearly cream he so wanted to lap up like a dog. He couldn’t breathe as he saw her pleasure nub so rosy and swollen, looking a lot plumper than Eugenia’s.
He extended his tongue and licked tentatively, shocked when Nnanke jerked, almost throwing him off her. He pressed his weight on her and went to work sucking, licking, laving, and chewing her lips and pleasure nub. She tasted sweet, like fruits, and he couldn’t get enough. He had to bury both his nose and mouth in her while furiously lapping up the sweet cream gushing from her beautiful secret place.
Her cries echoed in the dark forest. Nnanke was sure if she died today, it would be from pleasure so intense, it felt like her whole body was on fire from inside. And she would die happy, she thought vaguely as her body began feeling as though she were floating. A surge built steadily from her womb, the force so intense, she cried out in fear. She knew she’d just thought of dying, but she hadn’t expected it so soon.
What was happening to her? She had to let Okoi know, or else…were the spirits showing their displeasure already? Were they ironically going to kill her with pleasure?
She struggled to her elbows, her breath coming in pants, her body undulating of its own accord, even when she tried to stop it, because the movement seemed to be adding to the surge inside her.
“Okoi…” she gasped, trying helplessly to move her secret place away from his relentless tongue, but couldn’t, because her limbs weren’t functioning as they should.
“Please…” she begged, not entirely sure what she was begging for. The white strength of the pleasure building in her was scary, and she wanted to step back from it because she felt it would consume her. Yet, she wanted to reach for it, too. She might not fall from the edge of the cliff but fly from it, but she wasn’t sure.
“Angel…” She vaguely heard Okoi call her the pet name he insisted on. “Angel…” he prodded, and she raised herself on her elbows again. Funny how she hadn’t realized she’d fallen from them, and saw Okoi’s equally raised head between her legs while his fingers persisted to drive her insane, flicking continuously inside her core.
The sight of his head in between her legs and the knowledge that he had been buried in her secret place proved strangely erotic instead of shaming. She sobbed at the sight of him, her hips still moving of their own accord, to the rhythm his fingers set as they plunged and withdrew from her cove.
“Help me…please…” Her brow furrowed with worry, and Okoi smiled at her. If he was smiling, then nothing bad was happening to her.
And as though he could read her mind, he whispered, “Let go, Angel. Don’t fight that feeling in you. I can feel your secret place tightening around my fingers, and I know what is happening, but you have been fighting it and holding back.”
Nnanke shook her head, not agreeing. “I feel…I feel like I will fall and die…”
“You won’t die, Angel. I’m here with you, and I promise, you are holding back from the best feeling you have ever experienced. Just let go,” he coaxed.
He continued speaking to her, whispering sweet words and endearments that encouraged the fiery surge. She listened to him, letting go of control and bucked ceaselessly on the soft grass, screaming her first ever release. Her whole body jittered and shivered while Okoi covered her with his manly weight, his whiskers tickling her neck and face as he touched his mouth all over her.
Her breath returned to normal after a while. Opening her eyes took some effort, and she smiled when Okoi’s handsome face came into focus. He smiled back. She could clearly feel his hot, throbbing, swollen bulge against her thigh, and despite feeling like she couldn’t move her body, she experienced a quickening in her womb, which shot straight into her secret place.
Nnanke couldn’t believe she was lying entirely naked, spread open under an equally naked man, without contemplating killing herself in shame. All she felt was a need for her secret place to be filled up by his heavy manhood.
With an inherent instinct present in every woman, she widened her legs and shifted to align her drenched entrance with his hardened length.
Okoi gasped and groaned as he rubbed his painfully engorged manhood on her warm entrance, drenched, pliant, and ready to receive him. Understanding that this was her first time, he held his ardour, reached between their bodies, and slid in his fingers again, tweaking and strumming her nub of pleasure until it enlarged once more against his fingers, readying her body for loving.
While she moaned aloud, making him pant in impatience to slide into her, he grabbed the burning length of his manhood and used the large, mushroom head to probe the soaked entrance of her delicious cove. He rubbed the bulbous head along her fleshy slit until the supple lips opened for him. Then he brushed the slit on the underside of his manhood’s head on her swollen nub, groaning at the exquisite ecstasy that suffused his body. The wet, squishy sounds emanating from his act added eroticism that tightened his sacs and made him feel like he would expel his cream soon.
Not wanting that to happen, he levelled himself on his knees and carefully handled his manhood, shoving it into the real paradise. She was so tight. Her whimpers and unconscious raise of her hips to meet his drove him mad. He gritted his teeth to hold back the natural urge of plunging like a crazed dog, and tried to push in slowly.
Nnanke thrashed beneath him, not helping at all. Before he could grit out words that would calm her, she grabbed his neck and forcefully impaled herself on his shaft.
Both of them gasped for different reasons. Both their eyes widened—Nnanke in slight pain, and Okoi in shock she had done that. If he hadn’t felt the block in her virgin channel, her impatience would’ve pointed to some experience.
His brow furrowed as he tried to breathe deep and hold back the surging explosion steadily building in his tightened sacs when she started moving her hips as she’d done earlier against his fingers. Sweat dripped from his temple as he frowned and shook his head at her. He didn’t want this paradise to end soon; he wanted to be embedded in her forever.
“Angel, you are so tight…” he murmured as he joined her in moving but slowly.
She stopped undulating her hips.
“Is…is that bad?” she asked innocently, her eyes widening on his face in worry.
Okoi gasped out a strained laugh. “…Gods, no. Tight is very good.” He began pumping with more force as the rising pleasure directed.
Tight was the best, he thought as he withdrew slowly and plunged in, feeling her wet, swollen nerves fisting his hard length so firmly, he just wanted to let go and shoot his seed into her, filling her with his cream. He had never felt this way with Eugenia; it had always been a duty with her, a means of survival. With Nnanke, he wanted to impale her so much and all the time that she wouldn’t be able to walk straight.
He wanted to mark his territory like an animal and announce to everyone that she was his, preferably with her belly swollen with his seed. The thought of planting his seed in her pushed him to the edge. He had lost count of how many times she’d flushed, drenching his shaft with her juices, moaning weakly into his ears, yet he kept going, wanting her to douse him again.
Laying on her and smiling because she tightened her hold around his neck, he kept plunging, his hips working furiously and enjoying the sounds their bodies made when they smacked together. Soon enough, he wasn’t able to withdraw further, his basic aim prodding him to keep plunging. He pumped wildly, panting and moaning, knowing he was going to shoot his seed.
The pleasure was exquisite and unbearable, and yet, he wouldn’t have done it differently. He pounded into her, until a scream erupted from his throat and he jerked and shivered, still pushing into the sweetest hole a man could ever find himself.
Okoi grabbed an equally sobbing Nnanke and kissed her so hard, she whimpered.
“I will die for you,” he declared fervently, his eyes expressing his intense love for her.
She touched his face tenderly, her whole body feeling heavy and languid, like she could sleep for days.
“I would never let you die,” she promised, smiling at him.
The explosion was more than they’d expected. Though gasping and panting, they held onto each other tightly, as though if they let go, the avalanche of emotions they’d created would overwhelm them.
It was simply magic—it was light, and he had to shut his eyes in the aftermath. Still, he experienced the burning brilliance of the climactic moment. They were tangled in each other, Okoi unable to withdraw from her, so he lay stuck in her, wrapped in her arms as they fell asleep.
In that era, a time where spirits reigned supreme for as long as could be recalled, another supreme power had been birthed in that forest—Love. Though inconceivable at the time, it was a power set to fatally compete with the spirits in the hearts of men. The spirits might have created this power, but then, men were known to complicate everything.
Chapter Seventeen
For some reasons I’m unable to explain, it has been nice to be back to anonymity, to the human world where no one sees me. The knowledge of a couple in the spirit world with the same intense love for each other as the prince and his wife left me feeling slightly inadequate. Please, bear with me as I recover.
I sat sulking in a corner as Onen stirred from a deep slumber but refused to move from the warm softness of his wife’s body. Daylight peeked through the drapes in their room, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to wake up fully. The memory of falling into the past a few days ago remained fresh on his mind. I couldn’t blame him for that. Lord, it remained fresh on all our minds. Such intensity proved difficult to erase.
After joining Nkoyo in the realm of the past and weirdly enough with them seeing me for the first time, we watched with bated breath as Nnanke fought the evil priest. We were all anxious she wouldn’t be able to defeat the atrocious man and actually applauded when she’d tricked him and rescued Okoi.
Nkoyo had tenderly teased Onen when he’d grumpily huffed at Nnanke leaving Okoi tied up for days. Of course, the entire time this happened, I kept rolling my eyes in exasperation. Seriously, how were there two pairs of lovey-dovey couples in one damn tale? They had gotten on my last nerve.
Things had gotten intense when it was obvious a power almost stronger than the spirits was pulling Okoi and Nnanke together. The night they finally gave in to their desires and the blatant sensual act had made Onen cough uncomfortably.
Even I had been unable to come up with any snide remarks, as I’d been doing the whole time. All of us in that time bubble had been left speechless at the intensity of the lovemaking from the past. Onen felt choked from all the love sparks created by the couple; he felt like he was watching himself with Nkoyo. Embarrassing for him, especially with me in attendance.
At that thought, he’d turned and caught me staring at him knowingly. Well, you didn’t expect me to pretend I didn’t know what he was thinking and what this episode of the past meant to him and his wife. Even though I turned away with a slight smile on my face, I could still feel his confusion at what my smile meant. Did it mean he’d met Nkoyo before? Were they watching their past selves? Because it really felt that way, he’d thought while looking down at his captivated wife. Well, they would figure it out, won’t they?
At the last explosive climax, it was as though they’d all been roused from hypnotism. I had taken it upon myself to push and prod them into the dark hole, which took them back to the present.
When Onen woke up on Mmatami’s inner room floor with his wife in his arms, his gaze swooped about, obviously looking for me, but I was nowhere to be seen. I heard him thinking that of course, I probably floated around them as a spirit without their knowledge. Well, look at Onen being all perceptive. Good for him.
Mmatami had sniffed at them, her eyes looking like she would’ve wanted to smack both of them, but she settled for announcing that with what had just happened, Nkoyo was to stay away from delving into the past for some months. She declared one didn’t play with the past and spirits as though they were toys. Mmatami had angrily spat that there were consequences from playing with such power, and so Nkoyo had been temporarily banned from the past.
Nkoyo hadn’t been happy at the decision, but she’d not had any strength to argue. Onen was secretly pleased about it, but hid his elation and took her home.
Well, as expected, it hadn’t been a quiet night for them. Onen had enacted the love scene from the past and more throughout the night and the next few days. Christ, how virile could one man be?
Still, he sighed, his breath brushing tendrils of hair on his wife’s nape. He wasn’t satisfied. Just recalling what they’d done these few days after the debacle of the past got him hard.
For God’s sake, can we move on already? Like, I’m done sulking, I’m ready for the tale to continue.
Of course, no one heard my pleas, not with what was about to happen. No nudge I sent their way could break up this morning’s imminent romp, powerless in the face of their intense love and desire. Belligerent, I decided I wasn’t leaving either. I was tired of floating outside while they moaned in ecstasy. Christ, weren’t they curious of what happens next in the tale? Am I the only one invested in this?
Slowly, Onen’s hand glided over Nkoyo’s silky nightwear, roaming her curves and ending under her bounteous breasts that had since increased in size because of the pregnancy. He recalled how Okoi had practically swallowed Nnanke’s nipples and how ferociously he’d sucked them. His dick hardened more, and he pressed it into her soft buttocks, his hand sliding up to grab her breast.
As though aware of his dirty thoughts, Nkoyo’s nipple was already hard before he got there. He squeezed the large breast and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Onen was gratified to feel his wife nudge his erection with her arse while sighing and shifting on the bed sensuously.
His mouth lowered to her exposed neck and dropped tiny wet kisses there, his hand moving to the next breast to give it the same treatment. Then it lowered, gliding down the soft swell of her baby bump, arriving at her ‘secret place’ as referred to in the past.
Nkoyo, eyes still closed, widened her legs eagerly, and Onen wasted no time in placing his large hand over her silk-covered mound. She gasped when his finger slid into her, instantly dampening the nightwear.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he rumbled in her ear while his fingers worked her eager cunt. She gasped again, arching into his touch as he plunged into her pussy, her nightwear serving as a thin barrier.
She was unsatisfied with the arrangement, so she quickly pulled her nightgown upward, exposing fair thighs and a dripping cove, then she grabbed her husband’s wrist and brought his fingers back to her soaking centre.
“You make me so wet, baby,” she gasped as Onen flicked her swollen clit persistently. The back and forth of his finger over her hardened nub of pleasure built a delicious ache which she eagerly reached for, knowing the resulting crash would be so worth the keening rise of pleasure.
“I can feel you tightening, baby, are you about to come for me? Is my royal finger in your sweet cunt making you want to explode? Oh, princess, your cunt cream is drenching my hand, and I love it. Come for me, baby, come for your prince,” he coaxed in her ear, biting the lobe and swirling his tongue over the sting of his bite.
Nkoyo’s hips moved unrelentingly against his plunging finger. His dirty words in her ear drove her to the brink and over the edge in seconds. She climaxed with a gasp of his name. While she was yet to return from the high of such exquisite pleasure, her darling husband turned her over, spread her legs, and plunged into her swollen channel.
“Oh, yes, baby. I love your sweet, wet pussy. My pussy, princess, tell me,” he demanded as his hips smacked into hers, creating another level of pleasure that got her whimpering.
“Yours, darling, my pussy is all yours to fuck anytime you want,” she said, her hands grabbing her big breasts and squeezing, making sure her hardened nipples were engraved on her silky nightgown for her husband to see.
And he saw, growling as he stared, his hips pounding into her, relentless. His right hand left the place beside her head and grabbed her nightgown, tearing it in the process as he hurried to see her breasts and the beautiful brown nipples he wanted to suck.
“Yes,” he growled and latched onto the large tips, sucking them one after the other, so hard it was almost painful.
His roughness added to the eroticism of the moment. It made her raise her thighs, almost to her chest, exposing her cove more. She stared as he looked down, watching the engorged length of his shaft withdraw and disappear into her. He gasped at the sight, his eyes clouding over in passion while his back-and-forth movements became rapid.
“I wish you could see it, baby, it’s so beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he murmured and kissed her belly. “Our baby will be beautiful,” he added, smiling lovingly at her.
Nkoyo gasped in obvious pleasure. “Describe it to me,” she requested, her eyes soft on his, and he grinned.
“When I slide my cock out of your cunt,” he began, doing exactly what he said. “It is covered with the milky cream from your pussy. My big cock is so hard and glistening with your wetness, and all I want to do is plunge it back into your sweet, hot pussy…”
